Humane Again (Poem)
Let the trees begin to grow beneath their root
And the reddish sun begins to shine at night
Let the cock of the morning yell a bleat
And the stars be strip naked in broad daylight.
Let a million years be over by the flip of the calendar,
And the birthday wishes be renewed at an hour mark,
Let the widow's mite be sufficient for the elite
And the flames we burn form us clouds of rainfall.
Let tomorrow hide behind the backs of yesterday,
And the counting days skip two days deliberately;
Let our insane brothers come on us, govern, rule,
Maybe then we'll stop living odd and start living simple.
The love of vanities have made us hate our families,
And what happens after that doesn't matter to us as well;
Death O death, tomorrow we can't really tell,
However, can today be proud of housing us all?